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Wednesday, December 26, 2007
you know, i cant belive it. i'm on the last week of holiday and schools gonna start. cant you understand? why do you have to tell me things like 'oh hes getting depressed. he already got so angry with you and wrote me a letter' and all that other bullshit. god dammit its not your fault really now i come to think of it. its his. his fucking problem he worries to that shit extent. and you also always tell me to come to you for help. and when i do, you get frustrated and make me feel like an idiot a lot of the time. and you always pretend that youre okay and all that. then you give this kind of chou(4) lian(3) face the whole day. and instead of .......... bah. just god dammit lah.i'm trying my best ok? and i will continue to. in spite of all this bullcrap. just i dont feel free.if you still feel you cant trust me that much can you take the risk bit by bit please? school starts next week and you all feel i'm not god damned ready. but screw it i need a loose rein sometimes too! but really, belive me when i day i'm going to break the straps if i must to make you proud. and lastly YOU. you freaking bastard. at least i respect those last two people a whole hell lot even though i'm quite annoyed with them. and you dont have an ounce of mine right now. how you dare, aware or not, to do that sort of freaking thing right in front of my face. but your message is shortest and simplest. if you make one wrong move while i'm gone, i promise i'm gonna fcuking kill you. whether it be just tomorrow, or the whole of next year. |
